The Message is the Message
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1 min readOct 1, 2017
Some days seem special
it’s not really so
days are a convention
What we thought in diapers
is germane
We only wander from ourselves
We lose friends
Lose lovers
But we stay the same
Amor fati
But sometimes we self-overhear
and sense a tiny speed bump
that says just what’s next
Another frozen book is done
This is an invitation
Only someone else can melt
words on a page
imbibe them
make them live
Immortality is social
This is my final chapter
published today
I shall now publish the book
BRING DOWN BRUTALITY